"Some" girls

Sulking in this faded prosthetic of fate
"trashed" somewhere between "nowhere" and "somehow"
.Awaiting my trepid moment of scalentic glory
Fervently seeking my sojourn from battling beasts.

I have been neglecting my brain lately,
its cerebellum layers misting over with candy floss molasses.
I have been drowning my soul lately
its truant projections ever-evading my forever-grappling grasp.

"Some" girls live by the brunt of their silly love songs
How fortunate they are in their recluse of fairy tale knights.

"Some" girls dance to obtuse 'static' ricocheting off the walls in their skeptic skull
How favorable such monotone serenades.

"Some" girls preach the holy trinity gospel's to neanderthals of heresy
How idyllic their obsidian reprieve of reticent faith.

"Some" girls pervade Calliope's sky and mitigate dream- debauchery
How frazzled their bedlam visions and Jehovah’s witnesses.

"Some" girls perennially doomed to "walk the walk" and "talk the talk" of facile mortals
How tragic their apathetic transgresses; sensei's of sanguine lies and smoked mirror's.

"Some" girls play with perfection, high atop pedestals of philistine prophecy
How gaunt their pretty faces of tableau reflections,How lurid their porcelain houses.

"Some" girls swim the winds, fly the rivers and ride the fire, all the while marching to a band all their own, in worlds of rapscallion over tides and iron gates.
How smugly content their unitone existence.

"Some" girls fade through this world, caught and plundered amidst the inertia of past, present and pitfall.
How the underdog strives
and strives
....And strives.